Yesterday Jean was on the phone with her sister when I finished the post. So I put it up without her checking it over. Last night as she was reading it her eyebrows raised a little as she asked, “Who is the mother of the sixth one?” Typo, typo!! We have five children. Not six. Maybe instead of saying, “Typo, typo” I should have exclaimed, “Brain fart, brain fart!” I have to be honest this not the extent of my inattentiveness. Which leads me to the question, “Have you ever loved someone less because they forgot to zip up their zipper?” Later.